Midlife Crisis

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Midlife Crisis by TappyMcW@gmail.com

I know you are thinking that midlife crisis is a term used by men as an excuse to buy a convertible or have an affair. But that isn't always the case. I'm a 42 year old woman named Gwen. I'm petite, about 5' 2" tall and thin. I didn't buy a new car. But I did have an affair. To be more accurate I am having an affair. I suppose some backstory is in order.

I am a professor at Northwestern University in Evanston, IL. For the geographically challenged, that is just North of Chicago. I have tenure and make a very good living. My husband has a sales job and also does very well. The only downside is he has to travel a few days almost every week. We've been married 21 years (just out of college) and have a 20 year old daughter who is away at school. I tried to get her to go to Northwestern not only because it is a great school but because I'd get a huge discount for her. So naturally, she chose UW Madison.

Our story is pretty typical. We had a good marriage at first, but the stress of time, work and raising a daughter took its toll and intimacy became less and less. I started to wonder if my husband was getting his needs met when he was on the road. I'm still very attractive (I work out three days a week) but he didn't show much bedroom interest in me. I didn't have any actual proof he was cheating on me, but still. I needed more than he was giving.

Masturbation kept my own needs met. I had my trusty vibrator and occasionally watched videos online. In fact, that probably would have been where this story ended, if I had not found a link to an erotic story site while surfing for new videos. Opening my mind to new fantasies as I read the lurid tales people posted made me cum much better than the videos I would watch. I read stories on what seemed like an endless array of fetishes and imagine scenes for myself. Some turned me on, some didn't. I started getting into submission stories and that really got me thinking more about having an affair. Sometimes I imagined myself dominating a guy and making him give me all the attention I craved. I'd tie him to the bed and ride him until he couldn't get hard another time. Then I'd send him away. Other times I pictured myself as the submissive being ordered to serve a group of men. They would pass me around until none of us could cum any more.

Most of those stories were what I would consider extreme fantasies, but they made me cum and that was my primary goal. Then I read one that seemed sweeter and more about seduction. I knew it was going to turn into a bondage story from the tags on the listing, but at the beginning it seemed more romantic with one neighbor seducing another. If I ever did have an affair I would already rule my neighbors out. It would be too difficult to keep that a secret.

I was getting very hot and bothered with my vibe doing its job. In fact I was very close to cumming when I was shocked to learn the story was about a woman seducing another woman. The protagonist was named Robin and I assumed it was a guy. I had not considered he was a she. Mind you, I'm not homophobic. Life on a college campus has a very active LBGTQ community. I'd never given it much thought, actually, and had never "experimented" when I was in school. But there I was about to cum to a lesbian seduction story. And as I continued reading, my climax turned into a big one. It was definitely an eye opener.

As you might suspect, my choices in reading, videos and masturbation fantasies evolved to being frequently lesbian based or at least FFM threesome based. I also started having impure thoughts about girls I saw on campus. I knew that was verboten, but I couldn't help but look and fantasize. That is also how I found myself in one of Chicago's lesbian bars (thanks Google) on a Wednesday night.

My husband was out of town and I didn't have any Thursday classes to teach, so I amped up my courage, got dressed up and took the Red Line (the elevated train that runs from Evanston to the South side of Chicago) down to an anonymous Northside bar hoping to find a lesbian who would pick me up and teach me about woman to woman love. Well, woman to woman sex. I didn't expect to fall in love. I just needed someone willing to touch me intimately, if only for an hour or two. In my fantasy I would walk in and there would be plenty available women to choose from and all I would have to do is pick one to ravage me.

I figured taking the train was a good idea instead of driving in case I had a bit too much to drink. I also expect most of the patrons would live near the bar so not having to leave my car there was a bonus. Plus the bar was only two blocks from the train. Yes I was talking myself into being at the mercy of whoever I let pick me up. At least that was my fantasy. I didn't even know if any woman would want to take a neophyte home. If not, there were other bars in the area, if all else failed, where I could probably find a guy for a quickie.

After an hour sitting in a booth sipping several white wines, that option started to seem more likely. The bar wasn't crowded and the women that were there seemed to be already partnered or too young and not interested in a middle aged woman. I didn't have the courage to initiate a conversation with any of them, although I did ogle a few. Then she walked in.

My first impression was "Holy shit. She's the one." She was tall. At least six feet compared to my petite 5 foot 2. She was blonde with long straight hair down past her shoulders. She was lean with perky breasts, probably a C cup but firm enough not to require a bra. I knew that because her nipples were standing prominently under her shirt and on display. I couldn't make out the writing on the shirt in the dim light, though. I felt my pussy start to moisten as I looked at her tight jeans and her firm ass as she turned toward the bar. She definitely had the look of an athlete. A young athlete.

She got a drink at the bar and then turned to examine the crowd. Her eyes focused on me, briefly. I felt like I blushed and quickly broke eye contact. When I looked back, she was looking at two other young, athletic girls who had just entered the bar. They came over and hugged my blonde goddess before getting their own drinks and moving to a table by the jukebox. I had given up on any of these beautiful girls being interested in me when the blonde looked at me again. I fought my nervousness and tried not to look away. I didn't know what I had to offer her, but if she was going to look at me, I was going to look at her.

She was staring at me. Actually she was staring through me, into my soul. I felt myself giving in to her even before she made a move toward my booth or said a word to me. She was the one I'd been waiting for. I knew it. When she started walking toward me, my field of vision narrowed until I could only see her face. Her beautiful face and her radiant smile. I saw her lips move, but I didn't even hear her ask if she could join me. I was transfixed. She just sat down and extended her hand.

"Elle," I did hear her say.

I shook her hand and replied, "Gwen."

It was the first time I had touched a woman in a way that was not innocent and it was electric. When she pulled her hand back I finally focused on the writing on her shirt. She was wearing a Northwestern volleyball shirt. Was my goddess a student, an alumnus or just a fan? I had to stop this right now. I opened my mouth as if to speak, but she slid her fingers up my arm and asked if this was the first time I'd been in a lesbian bar? How could she tell already? A tingle went up my arm and down through my spine.

"Yes," I answered softly.

"You're shy," she replied. "I like that." Then she leaned over and gave me a soft, but knowing kiss. I was a goner.

We stayed at the bar drinking our wines and talking about life. Her friend had put money in the jukebox and they were dancing. A few other couples had joined them, but my concentration was on Elle. And once her fingers left my arm, she took my hand in hers and was clearly trying to seduce me. And I let her. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't resist her.

I admitted that I was married, taught at the university and was a lesbian virgin. She was the captain of the volleyball team and told me she liked being a woman's first. I was putty in her hands and she knew it. Maybe an hour later, she told me we were going to dance. The music had stopped, but she pulled me easily out of the booth and led me to the center of the small dance floor. I watched as one of her friends went over and put another dollar in the jukebox. I was surprised when a slow song began playing. Elle put her arms on my shoulders (easy with our height difference) and I instinctively put my arms around her waist.

She pulled me close against her. It felt so natural. Then she pulled my head down against her breasts. That seemed natural too, almost as if she was mothering me despite my being old enough to be her mother. She then whispered in my ear telling me to grab her butt. That even felt natural. A woman I had just met was telling me to touch her in public while I nuzzled my face against her breasts. Who could object to that, although this was not how I had pictured this evening going in my fantasy. Oh, by this point I was soaking my panties too.

We danced like that for two consecutive songs. I'm sure her friends were watching us as were the other women in the bar. Yet I didn't care. I wanted Elle to take me home and teach me about womanly lovemaking. But she wasn't quite ready to leave the bar yet. As we walked back to our booth, she took me in her strong arms and gave me another kiss. This one was far more passionate and demanding than her first. My knees almost gave out.

"Your pussy is soaked, isn't it?" she asked although I'm sure the question was rhetorical. She had to know the effect she was having on me. I could only nod in affirmation. I couldn't bring myself to admit it.

"I'm going to get two more glasses of wine," she informed me. "You're going to go to the bathroom, take your panties off and toss them in the garbage."

It was a declarative statement. It wasn't a question. And I wasn't about to disobey. I felt so naughty returning to the booth without my panties soaking up my juices, although they were so saturated they were not doing a very good job. Elle was waiting, two wine glasses on the table. As I started to slide into the booth next to her, she gave me another command. "Lift the back of your skirt so your ass is on the cushion." OK, I wasn't expecting that, but I complied. "I don't want your excitement staining your dress," she told me. I had never even thought that was possible, but of course she was right.

As I slid next to her, her hand, instead of taking mine, went to the front of my dress and then under it sliding up my thigh. I gasped. She told me to relax. My only saving grace was I didn't think anyone could see what she was doing. But without my panties to protect me, she was about to discover how wet she made me. That was the point, of course, but I wasn't prepared for how exciting it would be for the first time a woman touched me. Having it happen in public made it even better. I exhaled with a contented mew when her finger easily slid into me.

Elle took her time fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. With her free hand she sipped her wine and encouraged me to do the same, pretending nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Even when her friends (Samantha & Kelly) stopped at our booth on the way to the bathroom, she continued her assault on my pussy and my mind. I'm sure they knew exactly what Elle was doing, although they pretended not to notice. When they left, she stopped, pulled her hand back and sucked my juice off her finger. "Umm, you're tasty," she said. I know I blushed then.

"Take me back to your place and I'll teach you how to eat pussy," she told me. I wanted nothing more, although I would have preferred to go to her place. But I really needed to cum as well.

"I need to cum," I admitted to her. "Then I'll take you home and do whatever you want."

I admit I had read that line in many stories where the person, desperate to cum or responding to some kind of blackmail, would get taken advantage of after making it. I'm not saying that is why I said it. But yes, that is why I said it hoping she would catch my offer. Elle just smiled and told me to get myself off. And that is how it came to pass that I was masturbating in a bar with three students (the other girls had returned from the bathroom and were standing in front of the table) watching me. They couldn't see my pussy, but they could see my arm moving and hear my moans. It was humiliating, it was exciting and it was the best orgasm I ever had in my life. And the night was still young.

We walked out of the bar, my thighs slick with my juice and Elle's hand possessively on my ass. We walked toward the train station. Apparently she had not driven either. When we got to the station door, she embraced me again and kissed me again. My entire body quivered.

"If we go through that door," she told me, "You're going to repay me for that orgasm in the bar. Are you prepared to do that?"

This time I had found my voice. "Yes, Elle," I replied. "I'll do whatever you want."

I figured this time she couldn't miss my promise. She smiled again. We went through the door, deposited our tokens and went through the turnstile. We were alone on the platform for several minutes before the train arrived. She spent that time with her hand under my dress, her fingers teasing my pussy and her eyes staring into my soul again. What had I gotten myself into?

Midlife Crisis - Chapter 02

When we boarded the train, I was a little worried about what Elle might make me do. There were a few other people in our car. I thought maybe she would finger me again, discreetly I hoped. She steered us to the last row of the car. She sat next to the window and I sat next to her. I looked at the other people and they were in their own worlds as they were probably heading home from a late night of work. I looked back at Elle and was surprised to see her unbuttoning her jeans and pulling down the zipper. I didn't know what to do or what she expected. She took my right hand and put it in her pants. I found that like me, she wasn't wearing panties. Also like me, she was very wet.

I did what came naturally. I started rubbing her pussy and then fingering her with my middle finger. I pretty much did exactly what she had done to me at the bar. She put her left arm around me and pulled me close against her body. I liked that. She then began whispering in my ear instructions of how to pleasure her. Tips like when to rub her clit, how fast, when to finger her, when to just rub her back and force over her pussy and the like. It was very intimate and the kind of connection I had been craving.

That went on for the first 10 minutes of our 20 minute ride. By that time, the car had emptied out and we were by ourselves. Elle then told me to pull my hand out and to suck her juices off my fingers. It was the first time I'd ever tasted pussy except for a few times I'd suck off my husband after he fucked me. Elle was much better tasting. She then told me to stand up. I had a feeling she was going to lift my dress, but instead she told me to get on my knees in the aisle.

I suppose I should have known her next move was to stand and pull her jeans all the way down. She had to be agile to sit on the edge of the seat without removing her pants and spread her legs wide enough for me to follow her instruction to eat her pussy. But that was a command I was happy to obey. Having tasted the fruits of my effort with my fingers, I was desperate to taste her directly from the source.

Even though our car was empty, I was concerned that someone might come in from the car in front of us. But I wasn't concerned enough to stop. I was unsure of my technique and in retrospect I now realize Elle was testing how far I would go to please her more than she was trying to get off. In the moment though, I loved lapping at her soft wet folds and savored every drop of juice I was able to devour. As we approached the end of the line at Howard Street where we had to transfer to the Purple Line for the rest of our journey, Elle had me stand and then pulled up her pants. She didn't comment one way or the other whether I had done well.

We were lucky that the wait for our next train was minimal. I also was relieved to find we were the only ones boarding going north. It wasn't a long ride to the Central Avenue station, walking distance to my house, so I wasn't sure if Elle would want me to lick her pussy again. A transit cop might be the only one who would catch us. I doubt she was worried about that as she sat down and directed me to sit on her lap facing away from her. She then lifted the front of my dress and began playing with my pussy again.

While her right hand was pussy rubbing my sensitive bits, her left hand was mauling my breasts. My bra was protecting them and I was surprised she didn't order me to remove it. Her fingers were very skillful (you already knew that) at bringing my arousal level to a fevered pitch. But the short ride was against us and I didn't get to cum before we arrived at our stop. That was disappointing, but I wasn't particularly worried as I was sure I'd get the chance to finish soon enough. She had not cum on the train either so I guess we were even.

Elle told me she had driven to the station earlier and we got into her car even though I lived just 4 blocks away. I was dripping with anticipation as we pulled into my driveway. Elle then retrieved a weekend size bag from the trunk of her car. I guess she anticipated not going home tonight. I also noticed she took a picture of my house. That confused me.

"I always let Sam and Kelly know where I am when I pick up a tasty morsel. If you turn out to be a homicidal maniac, at least they can tell the police where I was," she told me. OK, that was a bit weird, but if it was necessary for her to feel safe with me, so be it.

Once inside, I locked the front door and Elle immediately pinned me against it. She held my arms above my head and kissed me with a fiery passion. Arousal flowed through my body and I allowed her to hold me like that instead of resisting, not that I could have moved her anyway. A minute later, or so, she released my arms and backed up. I was panting. She told me to strip and that she had been waiting to see me naked since the moment she first saw me in the bar. It didn't take me long to shed my dress and bra. She then told me to put my hands on top of my head and spread my legs. I didn't understand why, but I did as she asked.

She slowly circled me a couple of times. I felt like an object. On her third rotation around me, she dragged her index finger over my nipples. She explained this was the inspection pose, although she didn't give me any additional feedback over what she was looking for or how long it would last. After her next trip around my body she stood in front of me and slid a finger into my wet and ready pussy. Her thumb positioned itself on my clit.

As her index finger curled inside of me and tapped on my g-spot, her thumb began to rub my clit. I let out a contented sigh, although soon my legs began to weaken again. Soon I was rocking side to side as my arousal affected my balance. Had she kept up her assault, I am convinced I would have fallen down when I came. But she stopped before that could happen and told me to sit on my couch. Oh, and to keep my legs spread.

Elle got on her knees, hooked her strong arms under my knees and pulled my pussy to the edge of the sofa. Then she went down on me. It felt amazing. My husband had never been shy about going down on me, but when you hear only a woman can really know how to eat pussy, believe it. I'd never felt anything so good. You will not be surprised that I came almost immediately. I mean, her fingering had me teetering on the edge already, but having Elle between my legs would have brought me off even if she had put an ice cube on my clit.

I was spent by the force of my orgasm. Elle let me sit splayed out on the couch and recover while she carried her bag upstairs. She was gone for about five minutes and when she returned she was wearing a leather corset and carrying a short riding crop. She looked scary, but amazing.

"If you still agree to do anything, get upstairs to your bedroom. If not, I'll go home and the university will never know about tonight," she said in an authoritarian voice.

"Does that mean if I go upstairs the university will find out?" I asked just because of the phrasing of her statement. Being outed really wasn't an incentive to continue this relationship.

"Of course not, silly," she relied. Then she winked, "Not if you're careful anyway."

That didn't really reassure me, but I stood up and walked toward the stairs. She didn't say another word and let me pass her. I walked up the stairs and she didn't follow me. I found that odd. I walked into my bedroom. Her overnight bag was on my dresser and open. I saw a collection of dildos, vibrators, a paddle, blindfolds, gags and some things I didn't understand. Then I looked at my bed.

The covers had been removed and folded neatly on the floor. Then I noticed ropes had been tied to the frame around the legs at each corner. It didn't take my PhD to figure out what she had planned for me. I touched myself between my legs to confirm that my body was in agreement to what my mind was already telling it. Then I heard Elle call from downstairs.

"Do you still want me to stay?"

The logical analytical side of my brain said no. But it said that at the bar too and lost out to my limbic system several times already tonight.

"Yes I want you to stay," I yelled back to make sure she heard me.

"Pick out a blindfold, put it on, then lay on the bed face up with your arms and legs spread," she called back. "I'm going to get something to drink and will be up in a few minutes."

I did as she expected. I took a leather blindfold out of her case. I always loved the smell of leather. It was kind of a fetish, although I had never told anyone. I then laid down in a spread eagle. I could feel the ropes touch my ankles and I grabbed the upper ropes with my hands. I wasn't restrained, but I could pretend. I couldn't figure out what was taking Elle so long. I knew I must have looked delectable. Why was she making me wait? I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I imagined all the nasty things she was going to make me do. I was living out one of the dirty stories I'd gotten off to so many times.

In my mind, I could see myself as if my soul was hovering over the bed and watching me spread wide for this nasty student to do whatever she wanted to me. I imagined I was teaching at a school that still allowed corporal punishment, except when I tried to discipline Elle, she spun me around and spanked me. My lust level continued to build until I finally heard her enter the room. The first thing she did was touch my pussy.

"Damn, girl," she exclaimed. "You're way wetter than you were downstairs."

I wasn't sure if that was a complement, but it was factual. I then felt her tying my ankles.

"I like my wet pussy sluts unable to shut their legs or touch themselves," she said. "It's more fun that way, don't you think?"

I'd never been called a slut before, much less a wet pussy slut, but coming from her mouth, I actually liked it. I mean, what kind of woman lets a stranger into her home, gets tied to her marital bed and leaks like a hose with a bad washer?

After Elle tied my ankles, she tied my wrists. She left a little slack and I later learned she liked to see her victims struggle. Once I was secured, she explained what was going to happen next. "You're going to learn how to eat me properly and make me cum. I'm not going to release you until your skills improve."

Downside to her statement, she criticized what I had done on the train as inadequate. I realize it was my first time and I suppose I shouldn't have been upset, but it still hurt a little bit. Upside, she was going to teach me how to do it right and apparently let me practice until I improved. Somehow it didn't dawn on me that because I was bound on my back, that also meant she was going to sit on my face. I figured that part out pretty quickly when I felt her shins pressing down on my shoulders. I can't say it was comfortable, but it wasn't that bad as my arms pressed into the mattress.

On the train I had been tentative about licking her pussy. That was no longer an option as she pressed herself down on me. She was definitely more excited to have me start pleasuring her than she was on the train. At least I perceived her pussy as being wetter as I began. She gave me tips on technique, but eventually, as she got more excited, began just rocking up and down my mouth. By the time she was ready to cum, she was basically riding my face and I was doing nothing but act as a way to provide friction against her.

I wish I could have seen her face when she came with a shriek, but the blindfold prevented that. She grabbed my head and held me tighter against her quivering pussy. This essentially blocked my air, but also forced me to inhale her essence as I tried to breathe. I started to get a bit light headed as she rode out her climax, constraining my breathing for about a minute. Then she rolled off of me laying next to me as her chest heaved and she was rocked by several orgasm aftershocks. I felt proud of myself, although I'm not sure how much of her pleasure was do to my efforts and how much was because my head as a sex toy.

About 10 minutes later, Elle said, "Let's see if you learned anything." She then sat down on me again, this time facing the other way. I could tell because my nose was pressed into her asscrack. I started to panic and pull at my bonds, but it turned out to not be as bad as I initially thought it would be and I calmed down and started licking her pussy again. It was then that I felt the riding crop begin tapping on my clit.

"If you do well, Gwen, these love taps will not turn into snaps," she told me. I didn't need any inspiration to do my best, but I suppose she did give me some. Thankfully I must have been doing well because she never did strike me with the crop. The taps did become more forceful, but remained at a level that just served to tease my clit. She also rubbed the crop against my nipples. She didn't tap them. I suppose the angle was too difficult because of how she was balancing over my mouth. This time she didn't grind herself against my face. It took her longer to cum, but eventually she did. I didn't think she came as hard this time. But I had always considered any orgasm a good orgasm and I was proud that I had helped her with just my tongue this time. I was learning.

Then she climbed off of me and off the bed. Obviously I couldn't see what she was doing, but I hoped she wasn't done for the night. I heard some sounds, but I couldn't make out what was happening. Then I felt a tongue lick up the length of my pussy. It was heavenly. Elle was gentle at first, but then added a finger and began fucking me while she continued to voraciously suck my clit. She had much more to teach me about pleasing a woman because she was driving me crazy. There was no doubt I'd be cumming my fool head off as I could feel my climax build quickly. Why did I wait so long to try sex with a woman?

Gasps became moans and moans became shaking against my bindings as my body began to quake. Then I heard Elle whispering in my ear. "Come for us slut. Let yourself go. Become our playtoy."

I should have freaked out that it wasn't Elle between my legs. But I didn't. I exploded into the mouth of whomever was eating my pussy. If I'd ever cum harder in my life, I couldn't remember when. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body as the lips continued to suck my clit and the finger continued to fuck me. Elle called me a "good girl" apparently because I came so hard as if I had a different option. Finally the person eating me stopped. I was glad because my pussy was almost too sensitive at that point.

I then felt pressure on the mattress on both sides of my body. I knew Elle was on my left, but I was clueless who was on my right, beyond that the fact that they knew how to eat pussy like a champion. Almost simultaneously, I felt two sets of lips, one on each nipple, begin sucking and then licking. I howled with pleasure. Then I felt a dildo pressing against the opening of my pussy. At the same time, my blindfold was removed.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light. When they did I saw besides Elle, Sam was on my right side teasing my nipple and Kelly was kneeling between my legs wearing a strap-on. She was just teasing me with the tip, pushing it just into my pussy and then pulling it back out and tapping it on my clit.

"My God! Fuck me!" I shouted.

"Will you be the team's pet?" Elle asked with a voice dripping with pure lust.

I didn't know what that meant, but if saying yes would get Kelly to fuck me, I was happy to agree.

"Yes Elle!" I screamed. "I'll be the team's pet."

"Fuck this slut," Elle commanded Kelly. She slid about half the dildo into me and then Elle and Sam moved out of the way so she could lower herself onto me and savagely fuck me missionary style.

I was babbling incoherent words as she fucked me harder than any man ever had done before. The edge of her harness apparently had a little nub that would press against my clit with each thrust. I could raise my head just enough to see her tight little butt raise and lower with each thrust as if she was twerking. Between babbles, I moaned and screamed. Elle got down by my ear again. My mind couldn't focus on the meaning of what she said, but I heard words describing what team pet meant. Elle spoke slowly, drawing out my instructions as Kelly continued to pound away.

"When your husband is out of town, you will make yourself available for the pleasure of any team member who wants you. At school, if we need to release stress, your office hours will be spent eating pussy. You will follow instructions and not refuse any request. In exchange you will be given the best orgasms of your life. If you agree, cum on Kelly's cock now."

I'd never been commanded to cum before. Heck, I didn't even know that was possible. But as Elle said the words, my subconscious body responded. With a scream that could wake the dead, or at least my neighbors, I climaxed even harder than I had thanks to Sam's tongue and fingers. I think I blacked out because I don't remember anything beyond that point. I do remember waking up, still bound to the bed but alone with the lights off. I called out to Elle hoping the three of them had not gone home. Maybe a minute later she appeared and began to untie the ropes.

"My God," I said. "That was amazing. Thank you."

"It was our pleasure, Gwen," she replied. "I do hope you won't back out of your promise to be our pet."

"If you promise I'll cum again like that, you don't have to worry," I told her.

She helped me stand and I rubbed my wrists. Elle went back to her toy bag one more time. I didn't think I could take another toy, but she returned with a collar. I had seen that when I looked in her bag hours ago. But now there was a tag on it. It was engraved with "Pet Gwen" on one side. Elle turned it so I could see the back that said, "If found, return to volleyball team."

"Kelly and Sam went out to Walmart to get this while you were sleeping. You will wear this whenever we play to remind you who owns your mouth, pussy and ass," she told me. I felt another shiver go through my body as she buckled it around my neck. She then produced a leash that she clipped to my collar.

"On your knees and follow me," she commanded. I dropped to the floor and crawled behind her down the stairs and back to the living room. Kelly and Sam were sitting on the couch, naked with their legs spread. Both were holding vibrators I had originally seen in Elle's bag. Neither had them set to a fast speed. They were not trying to make themselves cum.

"You need lots of practice eating pussy," Elle told me. I already knew that and my mouth was watering at the prospect of starting with the two young beauties. "Get them off and we might let you cum again tonight."

I crawled between Kelly's legs.

The three teammates were kind enough to let me eat them to two orgasms each before I was ordered to lay on the floor and masturbate for their amusement. I think my oral skills improved greatly. It was humiliating to lay in front of them, my need to climax again of full display. They were the same age as my daughter, but I was not the adult in charge. My humilation got worse when Elle told me from now on I needed permission to cum, and then when I was ready to do that, denied me that permission. I stopped touching myself, but Kelly told me that wasn't allowed either. They did let me slow down enough to prevent me from cumming, but eventually even that proved unsustainable and minutes later I rubbed my clit furiously and came again.

I stayed on the floor panting as Kelly and Sam got dressed and left. Elle helped me upstairs and into bed. She told me we would work on my orgasm control and that going forward cumming without permission would earn me a punishment, although she didn't specify what that might be. But for tonight, she was going to let it slide. She also asked if I wanted her to spend the night. It was 3am so there wasn't much night left, but of course I said yes. She spooned me and I slept soundly feeling safe and like her possession. My crisis of intimacy had ended. Unfortunately her phone chirped at 6am because she had an early class. I stayed in bed until almost noon. Oh to be young again and able to function without much sleep after a wild night of sex.

Midlife Crisis - Chapter 03

I started my day with a shower, but as I relaxed under the hot water, my mind drifted back to the events of last night and my hand found my pussy aching to be touched again. Rubbing myself in the shower while thinking about eating three young pussies had me building to an orgasm quickly. But thankfully I remembered I didn't have permission to cum and was able to stop just in time. It was maddening, but also oddly satisfying as I had passed another test in following orders. In the classroom I gave orders. It was nice to receive them for a change.

My husband wouldn't be home until tomorrow and I had some chores and errands to finish today, but I kept thinking about Elle and assuming she would just show up at my door for me to service. I didn't know her class schedule, but I knew the volleyball team had practice from 5-8. I almost got myself dolled up and went to the practice, but I didn't have a good excuse why I would be there. I couldn't tell the coach that I was the new team pet, Elle had taken my collar with her this morning and I wanted it back. Tenure or not, I think I'd be fired.

I spent the night like a teen age girl sitting by my phone waiting for it to ring. But that didn't happen. My pussy was wet just sitting alone on my couch watching the clock tick off numbers until volleyball practice would be over. But no call came and there was no knock at my door. Friday found me back in front of two classes, my eyes scanning my students for any recognition that my life had changed two day prior. But there was none. I must confess I did have impure thoughts about a couple of my students. After my 1pm class finished up I gathered my stuff and put it in my briefcase. I was about to leave when a tall slender girl came into my classroom. She was wearing a volleyball team t-shirt.

"Mrs Davis?" she asked with a questioning tone. Not exactly nervous but she sounded like she wouldn't know what excuse to use if she came into the wrong room.

"Yes," I replied. "How may I help you?" I knew the answer to that question, but I wanted to play dumb.

"Um," she replied. "I've been really stressed out with classes lately and Elle, the captain of our team, suggested you might be available for some private tutoring to help me relax?"

Tutoring. Cute.

"Sure," I answered her. "Do you have time now? We could go to my office so we won't be interrupted."

As soon as we were in private, she pulled my collar out of her book bag. My pussy gushed. And that is how I found myself kneeling in front of another student eating her pussy. She sat in my desk chair. I was on the floor. The change of authority was not lost on me. But I didn't care. I loved the feeling and her pussy was very tasty. She was easy to make cum too. Whether that was because of my improved skills or just her excitement about having a dominant position over me, I don't know. I fantasized about having a line of players waiting in the hallway waiting for their own tutoring session. But after the girl came she unbuckled my collar indicating I was finished. Before she left however, she did tell me to give her my panties.

"Elle wants to know how excited you are," she told me. I assumed she would be happy as I slipped them off and handed them over to her. She took a deep sniff and smiled.

After she left I was torn between my need to masturbate, although I didn't have permission to cum and didn't know how to contact Elle, and my wifely duties to be home when my husband got back from his trip. In the end, going home won out. I didn't want to tease myself and then have to stop. Somehow I knew Elle would know if I made myself climax.

The weekend was fine, but I was looking forward to my husband leaving again next week. I was also looking forward to seeing Elle again and not just some random member of the team. On Monday during lunch, I got a text from an unknown number. The message was simple. "When is your husband out of town next?"

He was going to be gone Tuesday and Wednesday nights this week, so I replied with that information. I didn't bother to ask who belonged to this number. Another message appeared almost immediately.

"We're picking you up at 6 on Tuesday. Dress sexy for us. Short skirt, button down blouse and high heels. Wear a thong but no bra."

That was oddly specific I thought, but I replied OK and agreed to their terms. I was worked up the rest of the afternoon and practically attacked my husband that night. But he did little to quench my desire. I skipped my office hours on Tuesday to go home, shower and dress for my date. It felt weird calling it a date since I didn't know what was planned, but I did my best to look sexy and alluring for I assumed Elle and her friends.

Precisely at 6pm, my doorbell rang. I wasn't surprised that Elle was standing on the other side. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt and leggings and my mouth began to water. Beside her was another girl, similarly dressed in typical college fashion. She was introduced as Suzy. I stood back while the girls walked into my house. I noticed that Elle wasn't carrying her bag this time, but did have a small gift box.

"Your collar is in the car for later if you do well," Elle told me. I'd stopped trying to understand her cryptic statements. I didn't know what do well meant or for how long I had to be good. Suzy in the meantime was taking off her pants and peeling down her panties. She then sat on the couch and spread her legs. I looked at Elle. She nodded. Then, almost as an afterthought, she said, "Give me your phone."

I unlocked the phone and handed it to her. Was she going to record me going down on Suzy? I didn't care. I got on my knees and went to work. I couldn't tell if Elle was recording me, but a few minutes later I heard the buzz of a vibrator. It was behind me and I wondered if Elle was getting herself off. Other than wanting to do that personally, I thought it was pretty hot if she was masturbating while watching me service her friend. But the buzz turned off almost as soon as it started.

Suzy was starting to show signs of cumming soon, so I redoubled my efforts into pleasing her. I forgot all about Elle as I was consumed with my pleasuring Suzy. After just a couple additional minutes, she was squealing and grabbing my head as her orgasm ripped through her. It was at this time I felt Elle lifting my skirt and pulling down my thong. Did she sneak her strap-on in and was about to fuck me? Unfortunately no, but I did feel her fingers moving up and down my labia and checking for my unsurprising wetness.

I was expecting her to finger fuck me, but instead I felt something egg shaped being pressed into my pussy. It must be the vibrator I heard. Elle slid it in fairly deeply. She then pulled up my thong, slapped my butt and told me to stand. As I pulled my skirt back down I noticed a hard point in the front of my thong. "The antenna," Elle explained. She then tapped the screen on her phone and the vibrator came alive. "It's a Lush," Elle told me and a gift from her to me. Then she tapped her phone again and the vibrations stopped.

"OK, lets go," announced Elle. She didn't say where and I followed both girls out to Suzy's waiting car.

Where turned out to be Old Orchard mall, an old school open air mall near campus. Our date turned out to be walking around the stores with the girls following me at a safe distance while teasing me. I was already out of place overdressed for shopping, but being driven to distraction by Elle cycling the Lush up and down was mind blowing. Never turning it off, she would slow it down and give me a brief respite before turning it on full speed causing my knees to buckle. I was sure everyone knew what was happening, although they probably just thought I was on drugs and not about to orgasm.

Of course Elle was skillful in not allowing that to happen. At least not right away. After going through the major stores, we ended up at Shake Shack for a burger. I sat on one side of the table alone and faced the girls. Elle had her phone sitting on the table so I could see the Lush control app. Rather than turning it up and down, this time she started slow and then every couple of minutes, would turn it up a notch. She had a devious look on her face and Suzy was loving every moment.

By the end of the meal, I was struggling to stifle the moans I wanted to release as a way to break the tension building in my body. I was praying we'd go back to the car and Elle would let me climax. But of course, it couldn't be that easy. She stared me down once again and said, "I want to see if you can cum silently. It's an important skill to develop. I'm going to turn the Lush to full power. If you can cum silently by the time I finish my drink, I'll reward you back at your house. If you make any noise, when we get there, I'll punish you. Do you understand?"

I just nodded and she tapped the control app one last time turning the vibe on full power. My hands instantly flattened palm down against the table as the Lush roared to full speed. It seemed faster than before. I realized Elle must have never turned it all the way up before. Both she and Suzy watched me as I struggled not to whimper or moan. They were loving what they were doing to me. I wanted to scream out in release or at least pound the table. But would that be considered noise or did she just mean something verbal? I closed my eyes as my body tensed. I shook my head back and forth. Anybody watching would know something was happening. Opening my eyes again, I saw Suzy whisper something in Elle's ear and she nodded. Then she turned off the vibe.

Instantly I exhaled and started breathing again. Panting might be a better description. I didn't even realize I had been holding my breath to avoid making any sounds. At the same time, I was kind of disappointed because just a few more seconds with the Lush at full speed and I would have climaxed. I don't know if I could have remained silent, but damn it, I wanted to find out.

"We're going to take you to the car," Elle said. Suzy then added, "I want to hear what you sound like when you cum." At least I didn't lose the opportunity to orgasm.

Back at the car, Elle got in the back seat and told me to remove my thong before I joined her. Suzy drove. Elle then tapped a few buttons on her phone and the Lush started cycling up and down in what seemed like a preset pattern. I gave her a WTF look and she just laughed. "It's called tease." I didn't care. I'd been so close to cumming even half power would probably bring me off. Elle helped by unbuttoning my blouse and began to tease my nipples.

"I should have let you drive," Suzy exclaimed from the front seat.

"Don't worry," Elle replied. "You'll get your chance."

Elle's nipple manipulation was doing as much as the vibe for my arousal. It didn't take long for me to beg to be allowed to orgasm. I felt confident she would let me. I'd been a good girl for them all night. But she had one more test for me.

"I'll put the vibe back on high," she said. So far so good. "But you have to count down slowly from 30 before you cum." OK, that would be tough. She didn't say it, but I was confident failing to last 30 seconds would result in a punishment as she had promised in the restaurant if I had made noise. And I was definitely going to make noise. The Elle laughed and said, "Oh, and I'm going to suck your nipple too."

Elle knew how sensitive my nipples were. Just her touching them was torture enough when I wasn't allowed to cum. But she knew that sucking them would be ten times worse. But what choice did I have? I had to cum and I had to cum now. I agreed, she tapped her phone and the vibe took off like a rocket. Even just saying "30" was a struggle and "29" was even tougher as Elle's lips now encircled my right nipple.

My entire body was shaking as I counted down as fast as I dared, which wasn't more than one number per second, although sometimes I got so distracted it became several seconds and I even lost track once. Elle had to stop sucking my nipple to tell me where I was and I'm pretty sure she added five or six to the count. But I was beyond rational thought by that point. My entire pussy was buzzing in sympathy with the Lush and her nipple sucking was rocking me to my core. My entire body was one huge erogenous zone.

When I reached one, Elle reached over and pinched my left nipple. She pinched it hard. A lightning bolt of pain shot through my body, but it mixed with the release of endorphins my freight train of an orgasm released. Nothing was going to stop that, but in some ways the pain enhanced it. Stimulation was stimulation and I howled in orgasmic release. My pussy clamped down on the Lush so hard it shot it out and ended up buzzing on the car floor.

I was pretty out of it when Elle helped me walk back inside my house. Technically I was owed a reward, but I was ready to pass out and when she led me to the couch I flopped down with a grunt. The girls must have been amused how an old woman was worn out from a single orgasm. The innocence of youth did not realizing how much it takes out of you to be teased for several hours before finally cumming. I did notice Suzy was holding Elle's toy bag.

They did give me about ten minutes to recover. My reward was wearing my collar (finally, yeah) and instructions to eat Suzy again as a thank you for driving. The only difference this time was Elle fucked me doggystyle while I did it. I didn't cum again. My body wasn't ready for that. But I did like how her thrusts pushed my mouth against Suzy's pussy. She seemed to enjoy watching Elle fuck me as well. She had a nice juicy orgasm and then I ate out Elle to end the night.

As they were leaving Elle told me to charge up the Lush and to be prepared for another eventful evening on Wednesday. I was too worn out to question her, not that I would have if I had the energy. I practically crawled up the stairs and fell into bed still wearing my dress. I needed to get my rest. Tomorrow sounded like it would be a long day.

Midlife Crisis - Chapter 04

There was a text waiting for me when I woke up. It simply said wear a dress to work. Look normal. Bra and Panties are OK along with medium heels. I was also supposed to bring the Lush and if I had forgotten to charge it, the charger. Thankfully I had done that last night so I wouldn't need to do that in my office.

The day itself was uneventful, although I did have the nagging thought that I would be told to insert the Lush at some point and be forced to teach while being teased. By the time I made it to my office, I was a bit flustered from having thought about sex all day. Elle was waiting at my office door.

I unlocked the door and ushered her inside. She began taking off her pants and panties. She then sat on my desk facing my chair with her legs spread. I didn't need instructions to know what to do next.

"We have a match tonight against UIC," she informed me. "I always play better if I have an orgasm before the game."

That sounded logical to me, although I really didn't care why she was offering me her tasty treat. I was just happy that she was allowing me the privilege of pleasuring her. She took my head in her hands and held me tightly in place.

"I want you to come to the game tonight. It will inspire the girls to see you cheering for us."

She was rutting against my face as she said that.

"Of course I want you to wear your Lush as well."

Teasing me was why she really wanted me there. Doing that on campus was a risky thrill. But I had survived the Lush in the restaurant so I probably could sit in the stands and be buzzed without anybody noticing. I serviced Elle for about 15 additional minutes. She had two orgasms. If she played well tonight I would obviously take credit. :-)

I had just enough time to go get some food before heading over to the gym. I stopped in the lady's room for a quick rub, although it really wasn't necessary because I was already wet, and slid the Lush into position. I tested it with my phone and it sprung to life. Then I turned it off and left the safety of the stall. On my way into the gym I saw the girls warming up. They all looked appetizing, especially the ones I'd already had sex with, in their tight shorts and tops. As I was walking past the bench, the coach, Mrs. Marcus, waved me over. I had met her before at some event on campus. I think her first name was Kathy. But I didn't really know her.

"Well, well, well," she said. "Professor Davis is in the house. What brings you by?"

"Just trying to support the team," I told her. "I had a couple of your girls in a class last semester."

"Have fun," she said with a smirk. I wondered if she knew what was about to happen.

I climbed up the bleachers. I picked a spot a couple of rows from the top and not near anybody else. I sat down with my legs spread a bit. Not enough to expose my panties, but wide enough that when any of my girls looked up, they might notice. When the team went back to the bench ready to start the match, I heard my phone chirp and I got a notification that Elle was requesting control of my Lush. Looking down at her I could tell she wasn't holding her phone. I made a quick scan of the bleachers to see who might be holding her phone and requesting to control me, but I didn't see any likely candidates. I accepted the request and within seconds, the Lush came to life, although at a low speed.

Whomever was controlling the Lush didn't want me to cum quickly. The speed varied from time to time, but remained under 50% during the first game. The match was a best of five games so I had a feeling I was in for a long slow tease. As frustrating as that would be, I was glad having me cum in public didn't seem to be the goal. We won the first game (yeah) and during the second the speed of the Lush increased. It now seemed to be in a band varying between 40 and 60 percent. Unfortunately we lost the second. The speed of the Lush decreased back into a narrow, teasing, slow band, probably 20-40 percent. Apparently the success of the team was being channelled through my pussy. I suppose rooting harder for them was in order.

Even though the speed was low, my arousal built steadily. Although I had started with my legs spread, I soon closed them as I subconsciously started rubbing my thighs together. I could feel my nipples stiffen, although thankfully my bra would hide that fact. Actually the bra was protecting me from trying to discreetly rub my nipples, so that was a bonus too.

The match had an ebb and flow where one team seemed to have the momentum and then it would switch. Instead of the Lush changing after each game, whoever was controlling it seemed to be speeding it up and slowing it down based on who had the advantage at any particular moment. This change was maddening. As you probably expect, by the time game five started I was nearing a climax and my desire to be quiet had long since passed. I got up and walked out of the gym. I had planned to go into the bathroom and finish the job, but I saw a couple of girls go in ahead of me, so I diverted out to my car. As I got there, the Lush turned on to full speed buckling my knees. It also chirped that there was a message in the app.

"You should have joined us in the bathroom, slut," the message began. "We will have to report that you came without permission. Enjoy yourself. It may be the last time you cum for a while."

As I read that, I wanted to reply that I would be right back in. But the need to cum was too strong and the Lush felt too good. I suppose I could have stopped the remote control, but I would have just turned it back on full speed anyway in my app. I sat in my car revelling in the ecstasy of the vibrator stuffed inside of me and about 30 seconds later screamed in complete release.

My breathing was ragged and my panties were soaked as I finally broke the remote connection. I couldn't take any more. I needed a break. I sat alone in the car for probably 15 minutes until my phone rang startling me from my post-orgasmic stupor. It was Elle.

"You really did want to get punished, didn't you." she scolded me.

"No," I replied. "I just couldn't help it."

"Just get your ass back in here and meet me at the locker room door," she said in a very angry tone. "Oh, take the Lush out and lick it clean first and leave your panties in your car. I'm sure they are nasty by now."

It didn't know if being soaked through constituted nasty, but I did as she commanded and then hurried back into the building. Glancing at the scoreboard as I walked past the gym I saw we won the last game. Hopefully that meant the girls would want to celebrate and not just punish me somehow. Elle grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the locker room. I noticed the other team was by one bank of lockers and our team was by another. But Elle pulled me past the lockers, past the showers, around a corner, down a hall and in front of a security cage where equipment was kept. Somehow she had a key.

"Strip," she commanded. My body quivered, but I complied. Then she opened the cage and pulled me inside.

"On your knees," she barked. I dropped to the floor. I then saw her opening a non-descript box. I heard the rattle of the chains before I saw them. Actually it was a single chain with two leather cuffs clipped to it. She took off the cuffs and handed them to me. I didn't need to be told to put them on. Elle, for her part, held one end of the chain and tossed the other over the support beam at the top of the cage. She caught the other end on its way back down. She then told me to lift my arms and my cuffs were quickly secured stretching my arms tightly above my head. Then she reached back into the box and blindfolded me.

"You be a good girl and keep quiet and the UIC team won't know you're here. I'll be back after I shower."

I heard Elle walk away. I didn't hear her lock the cage. The reason became obvious a few minutes later when an anonymous pussy was pressed against my face. I had no choice but to lick it. I didn't have a desire not to lick it either. I'd been thinking about Elle in the shower so my post orgasmic high was still controlling my arousal.

The flavor was one I had not tasted before. I assumed it was another girl on the team. I was quickly learning that every pussy has a slightly different taste. All of them were great, at least so far, but all were unique. After she came, she was replaced with another pussy for me to service. I think this one was someone I had eaten before.

This went on through several more girls until I definitely recognized Elle's flavor. It was then I felt my collar being clipped around my neck. After she came, she removed the blindfold. She was smiling. "You've done well team pet," she told me while she unclipped my wrists and allowed me to pull my arms down. The lights were lower. I assumed everyone else I pleasured had already left. Elle took my cuffs off and put them, the chain and the blindfold back into the box. She then pulled out a leash. She always seemed prepared. She also had a bag where she put my dress and shoes.

"You have one more task for tonight," she told me. "Let's go."

She led me crawling out of the cage. I had to stop and wait for her while she locked it again. I then crawled behind her, naked, through the locker room. Thankfully the locker room appeared to have cleared out, although I could picture the entire team hiding behind some lockers waiting for me. Instead, I was led down another hallway and into a small office. I was able to see the nameplate as Elle directed me in. "Coach Katie Marcus." I was close when I thought her name was Kathy.

The office was empty. Elle told me to stand and then to bend over the desk. She told me she would be right back and left me with my ass pointing out the door. I didn't have to wait long for her to return. This time she had rope instead of a chain and she quickly tied my wrists and ankles to the four legs of the desk. I remembered what happened last time she tied me spread wide and I started to get excited again. Actually I never stopped being excited since the Lush was first turned on. Now I imagined her taking me from behind with her strap-on. My ass was hanging over the edge enough for her to easily take me.

Instead she started to spank me. She explained that I'd earned a punishment because I'd cum without permission. Whether I couldn't help it or not was irrelevant. Using her hand, she alternated slaps on each of my butt cheeks and every ten spanks or so, she would rub my pussy and taunt me because of how much juice was dripping from me. I was alternating yelps and moans depending on how she was touching me and the sound was echoing off the cinder block walls. It was humiliating to be spread this way, but that soon became irrelevant as her fingering became more insistent. I wondered if she would make me cum to end the night when I heard a yell from the doorway, "What the fuck is going on?" I recognized the voice as Coach Marcus.

"Don't tell me you didn't notice the team's new pet sneaking out of the last game to orgasm, did you?" Elle stated confidently.

"I did see that," Katie confirmed not sounding as upset as she did a moment ago. "But did you have to use my desk? It will smell like pussy tomorrow."

That was not a phrase I was expecting. Of course a few weeks ago I would not have imagined I would be in this position either.

"Shut up and eat her out," Elle said, this time with the authoritarian voice I'd grown to love. I could turn my head just enough to see the coach dropping to her knees and then felt two hands spreading my ass cheeks. A tongue then licked the length of my slit.

"She's a wet one," the coach said, confirming what Elle and I already knew.

"Yes she is," Elle replied sounding a bit pissed that the coach stopped to editorialize. "But she's earned this so get to work. I need to get home."

The coach went back to licking my pussy. The angle wasn't great since I was face down, but her tongue was talented and she used her fingers on my clit. There were times Elle wanted to prolong my agony and not let me cum. Thankfully this was not one of those times. She let the coach rub me quickly and with force. It wasn't long before I felt my orgasm building and when it was near, I did the right thing and asked Elle for permission to cum. I was surprised she didn't make me wait or count down from some arbitrary number. Instead she just said, "Yes."

Katie gobbled up my cum as my butt twerked against her face. I wasn't the best orgasm I had that night, but I wasn't complaining. I watched Elle start to untie my left wrist, when Coach Katie asked if she could keep me until I could make her cum.

"You know you're on probation, Pet Katie," Elle said. "If you're good, I'll let you cum on the road trip."

"But that's two weeks away!" she whined.

"You had better watch your tone or you won't cum then either," Elle scolded her.

"Yes, Mistress," Katie said, sounding defeated. I didn't question either of them.

Elle let me put my dress back on, but I had to wear my collar as I walked to my car and drove home. I had new instructions to wear it at home whenever my husband was away. It felt so right to wear it to bed. It also felt right to be in my bed naked. Now that I had her number, I texted Elle and thanked her for a wonderful evening. A minute later a Facetime call came through. I smiled as Elle looked back at me.

"Rub your pussy, slut. I want to watch you," she told me. It was another command I didn't mind following. I held my phone to show whatever part of my body she wanted to see, although mostly she wanted to see my face as it contorted in pleasure. As I felt my arousal build, she reminded me not to cum without permission. I remembered, but it was still hot for her to tell me and assert her dominance over me. When I was panting and begging for permission to cum, this time she made me wait. I could hear other girls giggling in the background.

"Do you remember what Coach Slut Bunny called me tonight?" Elle asked me. That was a new name I had not heard before. It made me wonder what the girls called me when I was not around. I had to think for a moment but then I remembered. "She called you Mistress," I said.

"Do you understand what that means?" she asked. Right then I was focusing on how fast I could continue touching myself without cumming, but I managed to say, "I think so."

"It means I control every part of her life. What she eats, how she dresses, who she fucks, when she cums and even when she goes to the bathroom, although I am lenient on that if she can't get in touch with me," Elle told me. "She is my total submissive."

"I understand," I replied. "May I please cum now?"

"May I please cum now, what?" she repeated back to me. The steely look was back in her eyes.

It took me a few moments to grasp what she was asking and a few more for me to make the decision that she already knew I would make.

"May I please cum now, Mistress?" I replied in a begging tone.

"You understand I will own that sluttly little pussy you're playing with, right?" she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I cried out. "Please let me cum!"

"I'll own your ass too," she said calmly. "We'll start training you so you'll love getting your backdoor split wide open."

I felt waves of orgasm began to crest over me as she told me she would take my ass. She continued with other tasks I'd be required to perform. Each one brought my mind deeper under her control even though I didn't understand what all of them were. It didn't matter. I could learn. Finally when I screamed, "Yes, Mistress. I'll do anything for you!!!" did she give me permission to cum. Later I would think back to how I had said the same thing the night she picked me up. Little did I know then where that would lead and how much more the phrase meant to me now. In the moment though, all I could think about was cumming and when I exploded, solidifying Elle's position as my Mistress, I could hear the other people in her room applaud. No doubt I would be serving them too. Now I just had to stay off probation. I couldn't handle it if Elle stopped making me cum.

Midlife Crisis - Chapter 05

In the two weeks since I officially became Elle submissive and she officially became my Mistress, I think I've turned into a nymphomaniac. That's not to say I didn't love sex before my new position as volleyball team pet, but since then sex is all I can think about and if I don't cum at least a couple of times per day, I start feeling sick. My husband has certainly benefited from my new attitude, when he is home, and Elle gave me permission to cum with him if he is up to the challenge. Usually he's not and I have to fake one to help get him off, but my team building exercises, even when he is in town, make up for it..

Not a weekday goes by that I'm not eating pussy in my office, Katie's office or in the locker room. Most of the girls are nice enough to reciprocate (Elle has given them the authority to allow me to cum) but if they don't, Elle is usually available by phone or Facetime to give me permission when I masturbate, provided I'm willing to humiliate myself to appease her whims. I feel like a whore sitting in my office with my feet on my desk and a dildo or vibe buried in my pussy, but I can't help myself. I've even taken up jogging on Saturday and Sunday as an excuse to get out of the house alone. But the only place I run is to the apartments or dorms of the players. I can't stay long, but I get my pussy juice fix and hopefully get to cum myself before I have to run home.

Of course when my husband is out of town, all bets are off. Then the girls and sometimes Coach Katie come to my place for a wild sex fueled party. I've been tied to my bed and gangbanged, forced to eat all the girls multiple times while teased with the Lush until I'm out of my mind and even put on a sex show with coach while the girls watched and made fun of us. But the most wild party occurred on a team trip to the University of Illinois in Champaign for a tournament. It meant three nights away from home without supervision. Well technically I was supposed to be a chaperone along with Katie, but except when she was coaching during a game, Elle and the girls were definitely in charge. I was in the stands cheering but also having my pussy vibrated with the Lush. Elle would start a pattern meant to tease me just before the game started and because it was a tournament, I would be sitting in close proximity to a lot of people. I had to pretend to be supporting my team when all I wanted to do was masturbate and scream in orgasm.

Locker room play wasn't really an option, but on the bus certainly was and it started during the three hour ride down to U of I. I expected as much when Elle told me to wear a short dress without panties or a bra for the ride. The school sprung for a tour bus at coach's insistence. That was nice and comfortable even though with only twelve players plus Katie and I, we hardly filled it. We kind of felt like rock stars. The girls each took their own row, usually with at least one or two rows between them. The driver probably thought they were just watching movies on their tablets, but I knew it was just so they could have some privacy with each other, Katie and I.

Like I said it was a three hour ride. The first hour found Katie and I sharing the front seat and each with our synchronized Lush getting us warmed up. Without panties it was a challenge to keep my thighs squeezed tight enough to keep it from sliding out. The Lush certainly was not necessary to turn us on and make us do whatever Elle wanted. She just thought it was fun for us to try to hide our arousal from the bus driver. Fortunately he was a professional and kept his eyes on the road.

Eventually we both got a text telling us to work our way to the back of the bus. We each took a side. When we would reach one of the girls' rows, we would sit down with her. What happened next was up to her. Sometimes she would want to be fingered or finger me, sometimes she wanted to make out, some wanted me to kneel on the floor and pleasure her and some wanted a combination of everything. When she was satisfied, I moved on to the next occupied row. Katie was doing the same.

I didn't get a spanking because it would make too much noise, but my nipples did get pinched so hard I almost screamed. I wasn't allowed to cum and looking at Katie's face, I'm pretty sure she didn't either.

I was the first to reach the last row where Elle and Samantha had each taken a side. Samantha was on my side. I didn't realize that when I originally picked which side to service. But as I looked into her row, I noticed she was wearing a strap-on. That brought a smile to my face. Then I looked at Elle and saw that she was similarly equipped. Samantha indicated I should face forward. As I moved between her legs, I felt her lifting my dress and pulling out the Lush. Then she took hold of my hips and guided me down.

Having been denied an orgasm for over two hours at this point, it felt wonderful to have her cock fill my pussy. I wanted to ride it like a mad woman, but her hands on my hips indicated I should take it slow. Also not distracting the bus driver was a good choice. It was the typical tease the girls sometimes subjected me to as I was only allowed to lift myself a couple of inches and then bury it back deep inside of me. I did my best to squeeze the dildo like I had squeezed the Lush in an effort to get more pleasure from the slow, slow fuck I was receiving. It didn't help much. Samantha was intent on teasing me.

I looked to Katie, who was similarly impaled by Elle. She was getting a more proper fucking. Katie was squating, leaning against the seat back in front of her, while Elle was thrusting her hips driving the dildo into her. I was jealous. I wished we could switch places. But that was not to be. I couldn't tell if Katie managed a silent orgasm, but I know I did not. When we pulled into the outskirts of town, Samantha helped me dismount. I then sat next to her and gave her head to clean off the faux cock. When I was done I asked Sam if she intended to give me a proper fucking later. She snickered and said, "If you're a good girl." I took that to mean yes.

She then had me reinsert the Lush, now even more difficult to hold inside of me without panties, and turned it on low. I assumed Katie was in the same condition as we walked into the hotel.

It wasn't a fancy place, but our requirement of having eight rooms meant we pretty much took half of one wing of the third floor. I hoped there wouldn't be many other occupied rooms as we might be a bit loud at night :-)

It turned out we had four rooms on each side of the hall at the end of the wing. Katie and I took the last room on each side. These had a king size bed and were mini-suites. They had a sitting area with a couch, a kitchenette and a small dining table. The girls had standard two-queen bed hotel rooms. I assumed the bigger rooms would be designated the sex rooms. In my mind, it was good they were at the end of the hall.

As I was unpacking, Sam came to my room. She told me the plan was to go out to a team dinner (I'd be wearing the Lush of course) and then we would come back to the hotel. She had a sly smile on her face when saying that part.

The plan continued that tonight, I would make myself available to girls whose rooms were on this side of the hallway. They could choose to play with me individually, as roommates or whatever combination they chose. I started doing the math in my head. Getting six girls off was at least two hours. Each of them getting me off, if they were so kind, meant lots of orgasms. Yeah. Then I started thinking of the possible combinations of two, three, four or more. I was likely going to be sore and tired tomorrow. At least the first game wasn't until 11am so the girls could get some rest.

Katie and I both wore our Lush at dinner. As you can imagine, both of us were just teased and not allowed to cum. Clearly the team wanted us primed for our activities at the hotel. Honestly I don't even remember a lot of the details. It was pretty much a lust fueled blur. I was brought back to my room and stripped. My hands were then bound behind my back and the Lush was removed. The pillows from my bed were put on the floor and I was told to kneel on them and bend forward over the mattress.

Kaylee, a cute freshman, somehow had the honor of going first. She sat on the mattress and spread her legs so I could eat her. Suzy (apparently her roommate for the weekend) stayed and inspired me to do a good job on Kaylee by spanking me. That was pretty much how the first hour went. I'd be eating one girl while another was either spanking me, fingering me, teasing me with a vibrator or fucking me with a dildo. Of course, she was always careful not to let me cum. The girls were pretty sadistic about that and all seemed to be experts at edging me. I was desperate for an orgasm, but denied until they all came first. Actually several of them took a second turn riding my tongue before I was granted my most fervent desire. Even that didn't come as I expected, although I was glad they didn't make it easy.

My wrists were finally released, thankfully because my arms were as sore as my butt. I was told to rest for a couple of minutes while Carey went and gathered the other girls I was responsible for that night. When they all returned, I was given a butt plug, a bottle of lube and told to insert it. They all watched as I greased up my ass. Even though I had already made them all cum at least once, it was embarrassing because they all knew how much I needed to orgasm and that I was willing to do anything. I pictured myself pulling a train and having them all fuck my ass.

Instead, once I was stuffed, I watched as they pulled the blanket off the bed. The pillows were placed back at the headboard. I was then told to lay on my back with my head off the edge of the foot of the bed. I was sure I'd be eating college pussy again. I was 100% OK with that.

Instead I was instructed to spread my legs as wide as I could and to hold my arms out to the side. Two of my young charges then knelt on the bed on either side of me and started licking my nipples. Yeah! It was time for some pleasure.

I couldn't see who first touched my clit with a vibrator. I didn't really care either. I could only look forward and upside down. My vision was right at the cell phone recording what was happening. It might not see what was happening to my pussy, but it would capture any facial expressions I had as a result.

Whomever controlled the vibrator touched the tip to the butt plug. That brought an immediate moan from my lips. Then a second vibrator was slipped into my pussy. That brought an involuntary upward thrust of my hips. That vibrator turned out to be a curved rabbit stimulating both my clit and g-spot. I'd never squirted before, but with five points of stimulation, I was hoping that was what the girls intended. At a minimum, if they allowed it, I was going to have a whopper of a climax.

As my arousal built, easy for them to notice since I was continually moaning and thrashing around, the girls taunted me about what a horny old slut I was and how I would do anything for them. Other than the word old, I agreed with them. They made fun of me for being the age of their moms. That was true too, but I bet their moms would never do what I did for them.

I'm sure you will all be shocked that when I began to beg for permission to cum, I didn't get it. In fact, Suzy knelt down, took the back of my head in her hand and started forcefully making out with me. Somebody commented that it was good to shut me up because I was moaning too loudly. My mind was spinning. I was lost to reality. Eventually all the stimulation was too much for me. Although I was fighting not to cum, I suddenly had an enormous pressure in my belly and I felt like I was going to pee. I tried to break free of Suzy's lips to ask them to stop, when my orgasm struck.

As my body started to quiver, in an obviously coordinated effort, Suzy broke her kiss, but remained holding my head tight. She implored me to, "Let it go," while the girl with the rabbit pulled it out and began rubbing her hand back and forth violently over my clit. Technically I didn't get permission to cum, but there was no stopping my body from reacting. Reacting with a gush. It was the first time I squirted. Suzy lifted my head enough for me to see a stream shooting out of my pussy looking like a lawn sprinkler. My body convulsed as the orgasm consumed me. I'm sure the girls on vibrator detail got a little bit of splash, but most of it sprayed my pillows and the headboard. I didn't think of it at the time, but later when I finally crawled back in bed to sleep, I was laying in my own cum puddle.

Well not just my own cum puddle. It turns out a couple of the girls also knew how to ride the rabbit just right to make themselves squirt. They spun me around so I was laying on the wet pillows and rode my face until they got close. Then they knelt on my shoulders holding me down while they used the rabbit on themselves. I was doused worse than any facial I had ever received. But it was amazing. For the finale of the night, earlier than I expected although I was happy because I was pretty well spent, I was collared and led crawling across the hall to Katie's room. It didn't even register to me that I was naked in the hallway. I must have looked like I'd drowned and I was still wearing the plug.

Katie looked about as used as me. Elle was the only player with her and the girls who had brought me over quickly departed. I knelt near the bed awaiting instructions. Elle didn't make me wait long and explained that Katie and I were to receive our rewards for being such good girls. The reward? Elle put on a strap-on, pulled the plugs out of both our asses and fucked the hell out of us.

Katie and I knelt next to each other on her bed. "Heads down and asses up," as Elle commanded while she took turns fucking us. She started with Katie, fast and furious for about a minute. Then she moved behind me and repeated the process. I kind of thought I was cummed out after my squirt, but it turns out, being ass fucked by your Mistress while next to your sister slave was pretty exciting. Elle even let us reach between our legs and finger our clits. There was no teasing involved and we were both given permission to cum whenever we could.

For me, that meant only one more orgasm, although it was good. For Katie, I think that meant three. Whatever the number, when I crawled back to my room, my ass now gaping, and lay my head on my still wet pillows, I felt wasted. I was done for the night. I quickly passed out and I dreamed of what might happen tomorrow.

Nights two and three were much like night one, although night three went later because there were no games the next day and was basically a two room orgy. Night two saw Katie and I switch which girls we serviced. I was very pleased to have Elle directing the action and she made sure I was righteously fucked in both my pussy and ass. One big change on night two, was the addition of the hotel manager to our party. Apparently my trip crawling naked across the hall was noticed on the security camera. The manager was a woman about my age and agreed to keep her mouth shut in exchange for the services of my tongue and I imagine Katie's as well.

The bus ride home included more play time, but not as much as the ride there. I think everyone was pretty much partied out. I was definitely looking forward to the next out of town tournament.

The End